His Hidden Heart

by sure-as-elle

Harry Potter is not like other boys. He's not even like other wizards. Everyone thinks they know the real Harry, but they're wrong. He has a secret even his friends Ron and Hermione don't know about, a secrets that he fears they would never understand or accept about him. But he may have found someone who understands and accepts him completely; someone who shares his secret. (AU)

2. Chapter 2

"His Hidden Heart" by Sure As Elle

Chapter Two: The Golden Egg

WARNING: This story contains Harry Potter (and other characters) as a pedosexual/pedoromantic (pedophile), consensual pedophilia sex, consensual sex between two or more minors, and consensual incest

Note one: This is a rather long chapter, partly because I had a hard time stopping, and partly because of the sex scene. :D

Note two: Yes, there's a sex scene between two underage characters in this chapter. (Not Gloria.) I think it's easy to guess who (Harry/Luna).

It was a tie, after that, as to which was the bigger gossip story: Hermione Granger going to the Yule Ball with Krum, Harry Potter going to the ball with Luna Lovegood, or how Harry and Luna had danced with almost everyone at the ball, even some of the teachers. Luna had danced with Dumbledore, Harry had cut a rug with McGonagall, and both of them had even taken turns with Hagrid.

As to Hagrid, nobody had seen him since the ball. At first, nobody really noticed, being preoccupied with Christmas and Boxing Day, but then Harry and his friends noticed. Attempts to get him to come out of his cottage failed to elicit any response, and when school came back in session, there was a substitute teacher. While she wasn't very informative on the subject of Hagrid, Draco Malfoy was; they found out from him about Rita Skeeter's article, exposing him as a half-giant.

"How did she know?" Harry asked Luna.

"She must have been there on the grounds, listening in."

"But she's banned from the grounds! And we would have seen her."

"Maybe. Unless she was invisible."

"I guess we'll have to ask Moody if he saw anybody invisible that day."

He looked around nervously, then pulled her into a nearby empty classroom, casting privacy spells before talking again.

"Do you think she heard us talking, too?"

"Not unless she was right there by us. Good thing I spoke in cryptic language."

"Yeah."

"Anyway, Harry, since we're here under privacy spells, when do you and Gloria have your first tutoring sessions?"

"Oh," he said, blushing a little. "Wednesday."

"Can I come yet? Or not? It's okay if you want her to yourself, I'm just curious."

"Well I don't mind, and it's a good idea. We'll be meeting in the library, so it's not like we'll be alone together. But I think I should ask her first before you come to one. Though if you want, you could sit at another table where you can watch us, and I can gesture you over if she says yes."

Luna beamed at him. "Excellent idea, Harry. History of Magic is one of my better subjects. I find Binns' voice soothing."

Harry snorted. "Yeah, it's soothing alright. Soporific, in fact."

She merely shrugged.

"You get anywhere on that egg yet, Harry?"

"Not yet, sadly. And February looks a lot closer on this side of Christmas."

"Well I've sent a letter to Daddy about it. He knows a lot of people in the magizoology field, one of them might know something about it."

"Thanks for that. I can use all the help I can get. I just wish I was allowed to ask the teachers."

"Oh, you're allowed to ask. They just aren't allowed to tell you anything."

"Same thing, really."

"Well, we'd better get back to our common rooms, it's almost curfew."

He kissed her on the lips, only intended to be a quick peck, but they snogged instead for a few minutes before rushing off to make it back in time. Which Ron found very amusing, of course.

Luna's hunch ended up paying off, as a week later they got a letter back from her father. He'd talked to his friends, and one of them identified it as Mermish, the language of a species of Merpeople who were native to Scotland, and gave them instructions that it would translate itself to English if they listened to it while it and they were under water. Unfortunately, Griffindor tower only had showers, not baths. After talking about it a little with Luna, Harry went to McGonagall and asked her if there was somewhere he could go to be completely submerged in water, other than the lake.

"Why do you need to know this, Mr. Potter?" she asked him sternly.

"It's important. I can't solve the golden egg's riddle without it."

"Oh. I'm not sure if I can help in that case, Mr. Potter."

"Why? You didn't give me any hints. It's not cheating if you answer my question, Professor."

She thought about that a bit before answering. "I suppose you're right there, Mr. Potter. Okay, in that case, I shall give you the password for the Prefect's bathroom. Just don't be out past curfew, and you must do it tonight, for I'll be changing the password in the morning, understood?"

"Perfectly, Professor. Thanks!"

"The password is 'pine fresh,' Mr. Potter."

" 'Pine fresh,'" he repeated. "Got it. Thanks again, Professor!"

He ran off to tell Luna the good news. He found her coming out of the library.

"Oooh, the Prefect's bathroom. I know where that is, I've seen some of the prefects going in there sometimes. I can show you. Meet me here with the egg. Oh, and you should probably get a bathing suit if you have one."

"Ah, er... okay." He walked off, not daring to run in case Filch was about. This was time-sensitive, and he didn't want to waste any getting into trouble with the old grouch.

"Hey Harry, what-"

"Can't talk, Ron; gotta get the egg. Fill ya in later," he said as he ran upstairs and gathered the things he needed. Not having any bathing suits, he cast Impervious on a clean pair of underwear he changed into, and again on a pair of short pants, and wore those under his robes, carrying the egg and a towel in one arm. Then he shot past Ron again and was out the door before the redhead could even open his mouth to speak.

Harry walked through the halls back to the library, and found Luna there as she'd said. She smiled at him and led him to the prefect's bathroom. He said the password, opened the bathroom door, and went in. He cast privacy spells without turning around, then re-holstered his wand and changed out of his robes. Then another set of robes fell next to his, and he jumped and cried out.

"L-Luna? What're you...?"

Luna was standing there in a one-piece swimsuit, yellow with pink polka dots, having just taken her own robes off. She looked him up and down. As he gaped at her, she spoke.

"Well, it's not exactly a swimsuit, Harry, but it'll do." She went up to the door and cast another security spell, one he didn't recognize the incantation for, and then started running the water.

"Um... didn't realize you'd be in here, too."

"Yes, I was curious what Mermish sounds like underwater, so I came in behind you."

"Um... isn't this a boy's loo?"

"Yes, but there's nobody else here, and we're just using the... well, I'd call it a tub, but it's more like a swimming pool, isn't it?"

"But if we get caught?"

She grinned. "So what if we do?"

He sighed, and went over to the taps. He was about to turn one, when she stopped him. "If we both smell of the same soap, Harry, it might get us caught out. Since you want to minimize that risk, we should stick with water. Water we can dry off with our wands."

"Ah, good thinking."

When the over-sized tub was full, they both jumped in. Giggling at each other, they splashed around for awhile before getting down to the business of the egg. Picking it up from the side of the pool, he submerged it and opened it up. There was no wailing, but a song instead. Though they couldn't really hear what it was saying, so Luna volunteered to go under the water first. Then they switched. It took a few turns apiece to get the whole story from the singing egg, but eventually they pieced it together:

Come seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing above the ground.

And while you're searching, ponder this,

We've taken what you'll sorely miss.

An hour long you'll have to look,

And to recover what we took.

But past an hour, the prospect's black,

Too late, its gone, it won't come back.

"Sounds ominous," Harry said.

"Yes," she said, sensing the panic in his voice. "But Dumbledore said they're not going to let anyone get hurt if they can help it. And I doubt they'd want to anger any of the champions, so whatever they take from you probably isn't going to be actually lost forever. They just want to make sure you come back before an hour is up."

He sighed, relaxing. "What would I do without you?"

"Panic, probably," she said with a grin.

"Well now I just have to figure out how to breathe underwater," he said.

"I'll ask everyone I can, and you should, too. Even Neville. I saw him in the library the other day reading a book about water plants. Might be a long shot, but worth trying."

"Thanks, Luna!"

"You're welcome, Harry. Now, it's getting late, we should get out, get dry, and get going."

Luna's suggestion of talking to Neville paid off; he asked next day, and Neville right away remembered about gillyweed. He got some more information about it from Neville, including how to store it, and was able to use that information to get some gillyweed from the apothecary in Hogsmeade, along with a proper swimsuit at their local tailor.

Since the rest of his planning after that was learning how to swim, which he got permission from McGonagall to do in the prefect's bathroom again, the only thing left to do was schoolwork and, on Wednesday, his first time tutoring Gloria, which he was very much looking forward to.

All day long while he waited, he got more and more nervous, even though he wasn't sure why, exactly; he was just going to be spending innocent time with the girl, and they'd be in the library where other people would see them. It was a perfectly reasonable thing for an upper-classman like himself to do, tutoring someone younger than himself. Nothing was going to happen, he knew that. But still, he felt a nervous fluttering of butterflies in his tummy all the same, as though it were a date and not a tutoring session. He reasoned, at last, that maybe part of him was still worried he'd do something. The idea was still fairly new. Dancing had been one thing, but this would be in front of fewer people, more intimate. More of a chance for him to fuck things up, to slip. He wondered if sex abusers went to Azkaban, briefly, before putting it out of his mind.

It wouldn't do, being this nervous all day long. At least, it wouldn't do to be so obvious about it. Before it got too out of hand, he focused on keeping a tight reign on his thoughts and feelings. He had no idea what he was doing, much less that he was basically teaching himself occlumency, but it was working.

So it was that he ended up walking into the library and over to where he was meeting Gloria with a minimum of obvious nerves. A few minutes of waiting, and she walked in and spotted him, going over to sit by him. He fought down the urge to audibly sniff her when he caught a whiff of her scent, so close to him for a moment that he could smell the earthy scent of childhood on her. He wanted nothing more than to sniff her hair, take in more of her scent.

No, he said to that part of himself in his mind, I understand you want her, but she's out of bounds. Sorry.

He sighed internally, and he suddenly found the strong urge quashed, and started to relax. It was like that part of him had understood him, and had resigned itself to the fact that he would never have what he wanted, which made tutoring her quite easy. Every now and then, he'd have a faint urge to kiss her, but it was over quickly. All told, he was finding it astonishingly easy to control himself; he'd thought he'd be an insatiable beast, like a werewolf, barely held back. But he was finding it just as easy as just having a normal conversation with Luna. He didn't leap all over Luna at every opportunity either, nor did he want to, as much as he desired her, too.

Every now and then, that part of him would make a silent, non-verbal argument in favor of just brushing her hand accidentally-on-purpose, or letting their elbows touch. Harry thought these over in his mind, and decided he would let it happen sometimes, to appease that part of him a little, but then not do it others. It was difficult, and he worried he would inflame his desires, but they actually seemed to calm down when he let them have small, innocent bits of fun. And why not? He'd held her shoulders and arms during the dance, and her feet had been on his. Her body had been close to his. And that had been when she'd been wearing a sleeveless dress. This was nothing in comparison.

What's more, it worked. Gloria didn't notice any strange behavior, she behaved no differently than she had, except maybe to be more friendly now that they knew each other a little bit more.

When they finished with what she needed help with, they still had some time left to talk. It was only then that they noticed Luna at another table, watching with a grin. He looked at Gloria, the question in his eyes, and she nodded. He gestured Luna over.

"Luna," he said when she sat on Gloria's other side, "how long were you sitting there?"

"Oh, quite a while. You two were oblivious to the world around you. But I was having fun watching."

"Well we might as well ask her now. Gloria, what do you think of Luna helping us next time? You know, two tutors at once?"

"Oh hey, yeah. That sounds good, since Luna and you are better at different things."

"Good," said Luna, practically purring. "When do you want to meet next?"

They talked it over some. They'd covered DADA that time, so they decided to meet on Friday next for History of Magic, and also all afternoon on Sunday for Transfiguration and Potions, since Luna was good with potions.

"Well Harry, it's almost curfew. I guess I should escort our little Ravenclaw back to our common room."

"Okay, Luna. See you later, Gloria!"

"You too, Harry!" the young girl waved, blushing. Harry blushed back, also waving, but feeling self-conscious about it. The two girls took off toward the Ravenclaw dorms, while Harry went back towards the Griffindor common room.

Harry got back, both relieved and saddened, feeling a distinct desire to flutter around the room in a lovesick haze, but instead hiding his true feelings behind a mask of stoicism, and going over to sit with Ron and Hermione.

"So how'd it go tutoring that first year girl?" Hermione asked.

"Good. I seem to be a decent teacher. Luna is going to be helping, next time."

"I don't understand you, Harry," said Ron. "You have the Triwizard thing, and schoolwork, and now you're tutoring firsties? Are you going to keep this up next year, with Quidditch and our O.W.L.s?"

"Ron, don't you think it's a bit early for me to be thinking that far ahead? Gloria might not even need tutoring next year, for all you know."

Ron just shrugged. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Have you solved that egg thing yet?" asked Hermione.

He blinked. "I thought I told you about it already."

The two of them shook their heads, so he began explaining. When he was done, Hermione was grinning at him and Ron was snickering.

"What's so funny, Ron?"

"Luna in the bathroom with you, of course. I mean really, of all people, you go with Loony Lovegood?"

"She's very nice, and understanding, and I love her."

"That's lovely, and very sweet. Isn't it, Ron?"

Ron just kept giggling.

"Well anyway," Harry said, standing up. "I'm going to bed."

As he walked away, Hermione punched Ron in the arm, saying something about Ron's attitude driving Harry away. In truth, though, Harry just wanted some alone time to think about Gloria.

On a sudden whim, Harry grabbed the Marauder's Map and took it into bed with him. But there were too many people in the dorms to make out either Luna or Gloria, so he gave up and put it back, before putting up his privacy measures and writing for over an hour in his journal about Gloria and Luna.

Luna, on the other hand, was not alone. Seeking to spend more time with Gloria, she played the role of friendly upperclassman and had ended up in Gloria's room helping the girl comb her amazing hair, while the two of them talked. They'd just been discussing one of Luna's magical cryptids when Luna sensed something from the girl that demanded silence, and so grew quiet in anticipation.

"Um... Luna?" Gloria finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Gloria?"

"I... I can tell you anything, right?"

"Mmm... well we don't really know one another very well, yet, but I am quite good at keeping secrets," she said, adding in her mind, You've no idea how well. "Just a moment first, though," she said, getting up briefly to cast privacy spells. "There we are, now you can speak, and nobody will overhear."

"Oh, yeah. Good. Okay... um... so... I'm very grateful you and Harry have been so nice to me. And, well... I guess what I mean is, are we friends, the three of us? Because I'd like to be."

"I would like that very much as well. And I know for a fact that Harry would, as well."

"Oh?"

"Yes. He wouldn't have offered to tutor you if he didn't like you. He loves having friends, of all ages. So do I. He and I are very alike, in that way."

"Harry... likes me?"

"Yes, he does. He offered to tutor you to get to know you better. I admit, that's my reason as well."

Gloria was blushing very much, now.

"Wow." She turned to face Luna. "I... is it weird if I think Harry is very handsome, and that's why I accepted his offer? Because I wanted to spend more time around him? Because I... I fancy him?"

Luna paused, surprised, then grinned. "That isn't weird at all." She thought for a moment, then added, "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Er..." Gloria clearly was of two minds about that.

"If it helps, this is a secret that the secret holder wouldn't mind you knowing. Just as long as it stays among the three of us for now."

Gloria's face brightened. "Oh. Well, in that case, go ahead."

"Okay. So, I'll word my secret in the form of a question. Would you think it weird if I told you Harry thinks you're very pretty, and that such – along with what he saw of your amazing personality at the Yule Ball – was why he made the tutoring offer? And that he fancies you, too?"

Gloria's eyes went wide, and she looked very happy. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Harry Potter thinks I'm pretty? And he fancies me?"

"Well you are pretty, my dear."

"You think I'm pretty too?"

"Yes. And, er... another secret, among the three of us... I rather fancy you, too."

Gloria blushed, at that. "Wow. But, er... aren't you and Harry boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Luna nodded. "Yes, but we have an open relationship."

"Really? Interesting. And you both really think I'm pretty? And you both fancy me?"

"Yes."

Gloria blushed again. "Wow."

Luna smiled warmly at the girl. But then Gloria's face fell. "What's the matter, Gloria?"

"Well... if I'm pretty, why is it you two are my only friends?"

Luna sighed. "Well, I had no friends until Hogwarts, when Harry befriended me. Here I had been, so worried I would never have any friends, and the most famous wizard in the world wanted to be my friend. And now he wants to be yours, as well."

"You didn't have any friends either?"

"Yes. If not for Harry, I might still be friendless."

Gloria thought on that. "Yeah, but you talk about weird things, and you look at things others can't see. You're weird. But I'm not. I mean, not that being weird is bad, I just..."

"I'm not offended. I appreciate honesty, even though I have to keep secrets to protect myself and Harry. Anyway, I have a theory about why we're your first friends. My theory is that you're so gorgeous that others are intimidated by your beauty."

"What? That can happen?"

"Yes, sadly. The truth is, everyone is weird. Some people are just weirder than others. And some people just get the short end of the stick because others are trying to feel better about their own weirdnesses by picking on other people, or by excluding them."

"So what do I do?"

"Well, I suggest not worrying about it. Just be yourself, be with the friends you have, and maybe more will come. And if they don't, at least you have the two of us."

Gloria smiled, turned back around, and leaned her head against Luna's chest and put her hand in Luna's, making the older girl's tummy fill with butterflies.

"I'm glad we're friends, Luna."

"Me too, Gloria."

"And you wanna know another secret?"

"Yes?"

"I think you're pretty, too. And... well I don't know yet what I feel about you yet, beyond 'friends,' but I wouldn't mind at all if I found I fancied you, too."

Luna blushed, the butterflies becoming more agitated. Deciding to change the subject a little, she asked, "So if Harry wanted to hold your hand, and be close to you like we're being now, and we had somewhere private to do so, would you want to do that with him? Or is it too soon for that?"

Gloria blushed again. "Er... I think I would like that a lot."

"May I speak with him about arranging a time and place for that?"

The young girl nodded vigorously. "Yes, please! And... maybe we could do a group cuddle, with the three of us?"

Luna felt a tingling, moist warmth between her legs in addition to the butterflies. "I'll ask him about that. I will strongly recommend it to him, in fact."

"Er... just one other question, though."

"Just one?"

"For now."

"Go on."

"When you say you and Harry fancy me... do you mean you want to... to snog me?"

"Harry and I are both good people, and we will only do with you what you are comfortable with. We will only use the labels you're comfortable with, too. So though we may fancy you, we're just your friends for now, unless and until you say otherwise. But no matter what, we'll always be your friends, unless you tell us to go away."

"Ah. Good. Cuz, well... I fancy Harry, and I like cuddling with you, but I don't know if I want a boyfriend or not, and well, we're still getting to know each other, so... yeah, glad to hear you're letting me decide that."

"Of course, my dear."

The two girls drifted into comfortable silence. Luna lost track of the time, and so she did not know how long they sat like that before she noticed Gloria had fallen asleep. Gently, she picked up the girl and lay her down on the bed, gently tucking her in. Then she left for her own dorms, before any of Gloria's roommates noticed she'd been there at all.

The next day, Luna sat next to Harry at breakfast for a moment before going back to her own table, talking about the weather, saying "What a glorious day!" and winking at Harry, who realized as she left that it meant Luna wanted to talk. He had a hard time finding a time to do so, though, with classes going, so he went over to her at lunch and asked her how urgent her need to talk was. They agreed to meet after dinner in their special unused classroom.

Before that, though, he and Luna had a tutoring session that afternoon with Gloria, though he felt a bit left out, since Gloria and Luna kept looking at him, then each other, and giggling. They refused to tell him what it was all about.

"Not here, Harry," Luna said quietly. "Later."

So after that was over, and after he ate dinner, he slipped off to his meeting with Luna, ignoring Ron's comments insinuating that the two of them were off snogging, and as soon as the privacy spells were up, he sat down.

"So what's up, Luna?"

Luna was still standing, half-spinning back and forth so her skirt flared out, looking excited. "Oh, I think you will be very pleased with the conversation Gloria and I had last night in her room."

"You were in her room? I'm so jealous."

"Yes, it was quite lovely. I combed her hair, and we talked, and the subject of you came up, Harry."

"Ah. I... I did, did I?"

"Yes. Seems she thinks you're very handsome, and nice, and she would love to get to know you better outside the context of tutoring."

"Wha?" Harry said, dumbfounded.

"Yes. And as the conversation progressed, well... she now knows you and I both fancy her, and she didn't run screaming away. In fact, she was pleased you fancy her back, and was open to the idea of fancying me back as well."

Harry swallowed, feeling very nervous, but in a pleasant way.

"And there's more."

He tried to ask, "More?" but it came out as a pained squeak.

"Yes, more. She cuddled up to me, for a rather long time. And held my hand."

"Wow."

"And-" she started.

"AND? There's another 'and'?"

"Yes. She wants to cuddle and hold hands with you as well."

Harry gaped like a fish out of water. Luna giggled.

"She doesn't yet feel like she knows you well enough to call you 'boyfriend' just yet, but she's interested in what is essentially a first date with you. One that I get to attend as well. A cuddle-and-hold-hands date."

Harry's robes tented down below, and Luna giggled. He tried pushing down the evidence, and ended up having to sit down with it tucked between his legs.

"I... but... is this right? I mean, is it ethical?"

"I made it very clear we're letting her be the one deciding what happens and how fast, and that we would still be her friends no matter what. We're not going to push. We should only make suggestions if she asks for them, and we should consider her feelings before making any suggestions even then. But yes, I believe it's ethical. After all, there's only three years between the two of you, and she's the one doing all the 'driving.'"

"And you didn't, well... you didn't encourage things along this direction?"

"I'm sure. She was the one who brought you up, and her feelings for you, right out of the blue. And while I did accidentally let slip that you, and I quote myself, 'like' her, it could have been interpreted in a purely platonic way, but she went with the more romantic interpretation all on her own. She was the first to say she fancies you. Only then did I tell her you and I fancy her."

"Wow. I just... wow."

Harry stood up, pacing around the room, repeating those same words to himself for several minutes as he processed this information, Luna looking on dreamily, with that distinctly Luna-style patience of hers.

She was actually, genuinely startled when he hugged her out of nowhere, but her shriek of surprise turned to laughter as he lay her down on the teacher's desk, his thin frame atop hers, his legs straddling hers.

"Oh Harry, are you going to kiss me? Because I think I would like that very much."

"I am," he said, and began kissing her neck, eliciting giggles. From there, he worked his way up to her ears, then along her chin, before ending in a kiss right on the lips.

When they finally came up for air, Luna smiled.

"Harry, are you feeling as excited, down there, as I am? Because I think if I were a boy, I would have a very stiff willy right now."

"I think you already know the answer to that question, Luna."

She grinned, pushing her leg gently against his erection. "I suppose I do, at that."

"My only concern is, what if the privacy wards don't hold? Or what if Snape is outside the door, and the moment we come out looking ruffled like two lovebirds in heat, he gives us detentions?"

"Oh, you!" she exclaimed, pulling him down for another kiss.

Taking the lead, Luna used her wand to make the desk bigger, then holstered her wand and slipped her robes up and off, laying on the desk in only her panties and bra.

"You... we're..."

"I do. Do you?"

"Yes, very much so. But... what about pregnancy?"

"Harry, I'm on a potion that prevents both pregnancies and periods. Don't worry about it."

"You've had periods already?"

"Yes, silly. I'm 14. I had my first period in my second year of Hogwarts. Now are you going to strip too, or should I get dressed?"

"Hmm... well I dunno, I might need some convincing," he said in mock thoughtfulness.

"Okay, how does this work for you?" she asked, undoing her bra and tossing it aside.

He stared at her breasts. They were moderate in size, about a handful apiece. He made a motion toward them with his hand, looking at her questioningly, and she smiled and nodded, so he touched them. First one hand, then the other, cupping them lovingly, reverently.

"I... little girls I may fancy, but it appears I'm not limited to them."

"So you like what you see, then?"

"Yes, I do."

"Rub my nipples, please?"

He grinned. "Sure thing."

With his thumbs, he circled around her nipples, slowly, feeling them get hard as stone under his hands. Luna leaned her head back and moaned softly, one hand down her panties. Harry paused a moment to strip out of his own robes, his underwear, and kicked off his shoes before returning to massage Luna's breasts.

"You like that, huh?"

"Mm hm," she answered, smiling, her eyes closed.

Harry leaned over and kissed the space between her breasts, hearing her kick her own shoes off as he did.

"Oh Harry, if you would pull my panties off for me, please?"

"Sure thing." With one hand, he pulled her panties down one side at a time, struggling with them. When they got to her knees, they slid the rest of the way off.

Harry couldn't help himself, he had to look at her pussy. It was...

"Hairless, huh?"

"A simple depilatory spell. I wanted to be ready in case something like this happened. I didn't want to take a chance pubic hair would turn you off."

"Luna, I'm in love with you. Everything about you is a turn-on. I could never be disgusted with any part of you."

"Thank you. I feel the same about you, too, Harry. Oh." Luna had finally noticed he was nude but for his socks, too.

She sat up, Harry still straddling her legs, and beamed at his penis. She questioningly reached for it, and he nodded, so she took it in her wand hand and began running her thumb along the bottom. Having been wizard-born, Harry was, of course, uncircumcised. She pulled back the foreskin with her wand hand and continued stroking it. It was now Harry's turn to moan and close his eyes. Only the fact of how he was positioned kept him from collapsing.

"Glad to see you keep it nice and clean," Luna commented.

"Mmm, yeah. So much easier to do with a wand. Oh, don't stop."

Still rubbing gently on his member with one hand, she masturbated herself with her other hand.

"Rub my nipples again, Harry?"

Harry nodded, and reached forward, massaging her breasts and nipples with his hands again.

This went on for a while, until Harry's breath grew suddenly ragged and he squirted come all over Luna's hand, some of it getting on her legs. He looked at her as she stared at the white glob in her palm. She then looked him right in the eyes, smiling, and licked it up, swallowing his seed. His dick, which had been getting limp, went instantly rigid.

She giggled. "I see you liked that."

"I did."

"What do you want to do about it?"

"Would you object to me putting it inside of you?"

"No, but not just yet."

"Oh don't worry about that."

He leaned forward, and she lay back down on the desk. Harry took her nipple in his mouth and began sucking and nibbling it, making her gasp with pleasure. With his other hand, he put his fingers into her pussy, searching for her clit.

"Up... a little more," she said breathlessly. "To the left... OH! There you are. Ohmygoodness!"

Her back arched and her head leaned back as far as it would go when Harry started massaging her clitoris, dipping his fingers deeper inside her on occasion to re-lube them. Luna played with whichever nipple of hers was free from Harry's mouth at the time, saying Harry's name over and over again.

"GuhAHHH!" Luna cried, every muscle tense then relaxed as she had her first orgasm of the day, and Harry didn't even slow down.

Harry started rubbing his cock against her thigh as he continued his ministrations on Luna, and she started mumbling. He couldn't make it out at first, but finally she started saying it louder and more clearly.

"Ohmygod, Harry, put it in me! Fuck me, please!"

"How much do you want it?"

"Very, VERY much."

"How much?"

"I want you to fuck me more than you want to fuck Gloria."

"Well in that case, I will."

He slid off the desk, pulled her closer to him, and put her legs over his shoulders. She sat up and grabbed his back as he slid his cock into her pussy and fucked her. It was an amazing sensation, for both of them, and both teens had their eyes closed, groaning and moaning. Harry felt his balls contract before his cock exploded sperm into her wet and welcoming pussy, but he kept thrusting. From masturbating, Harry knew he was capable of multiple orgasms, just like girls. He got hard again, and kept fucking Luna.

With Harry's cock rhythmically rubbing against her clit, Luna and Harry both had two more orgasms before they became exhausted, and lay nude on the hard desk; side by side at first, then spooning. Harry being slightly shorter, was the little spoon.

They talked and cuddled for awhile, relaxed at first, but getting horny again in time. Harry glanced at his watch, though, and swore; it was 10 minutes til curfew. Luna grabbed his arm and looked at the watch herself.

"Damn," she said, pouting. "And I was just in the mood for you to fuck my bum silly."

Harry jumped up, swearing, pulling his clothes on in a hurry. Luna got up quickly as well, his panic infecting her for once, and rushed to get dressed. They then hurried through the hallways, taking time out only to wave farewell to each other before going their separate ways.

Practically shouting the password at the Fat Lady, he got inside just a minute after curfew. Immediately he heard giggling and then laughter from several people; Fred and George wolf-whistled, even. Looking around in confusion first, he finally looked at himself. His robes were on backwards, he had his shoes on the wrong feet, his hair was even messier than usual, and his hands were still wet with Luna's natural lube.

Blushing, he ran to the bathroom to clean up and re-dress. Luckily nobody was in there while he was, because he discovered he was wearing Luna's pink polka-dotted panties.

When he came out of the bathroom, trying to look as dignified as possible while ignoring the catcalls and laughter, he sat down by Ron and Hermione and put up privacy spells. Only then did he notice Ron smirking at him like the cat that ate the canary, and Hermione torn between shock and amusement.

"No need to ask you how your day went, mate," Ron snickered.

"Shut it," Harry said, pouting.

The next day (a Saturday), Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Luna went down to Hogsmeade in hopes Hagrid would be there. Ron shooting Harry and Luna knowing smirks every now and then, which both teens ignored. Well, Harry ignored it; he wasn't sure if Luna was ignoring it or just hadn't noticed. It was hard to tell with her, sometimes.

"So, Harry," Luna said casually between licks of a lemon lolly as they walked through the village towards The Three Broomsticks, "any thoughts on that thing we're doing later?"

Ignoring Ron's snickering and Hermione's eyeroll, Harry asked, "What thing?"

"That thing we discussed, before we got distracted."

"You want to talk about that here? Now?"

"We needn't go into details. But yes, if you're okay with that."

He was confused at first, then realized it was the perfect cover. Ron and Hermione would assume they meant one thing, but really they'd mean another.

He grinned at Luna. "Well the desk was very uncomfortable," he said, making both Ron and Hermione choke on their own spit.

"Ah, yes. We'll have to find somewhere other than our secret unused classroom for it. Good thinking, Harry."

Hermione punched him in the arm and he chuckled. "What?"

"I really should have reported you for... inappropriate behavior, last night," she responded.

"You didn't catch us in the act. We got in before curfew. All you have are suspicions. You have no proof."

"Yes, and that is one of the reasons I didn't tell. The other being that, well, I'm happy for you two."

"You're very kind, Hermione. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Luna. Though I have to ask if you're... well... using protection."

"Pregnancy-and-period prevention potion," Luna said.

"Ah. Good. But-"

"I was a virgin until last night. And I think Harry was, too."

Harry blushed. "Er... yeah."

"And so far, we haven't taken any other lovers," Luna said, and again his first two friends choked on their spit. He slapped them on the back and they got their breathing back to normal.

"If we do, we'll use condoms or something."

Before Ron could ask what a condom was, they found themselves at The Three Broomsticks, and had to stop with the inappropriate conversation. The group sat down at a table for four and ordered three butterbeers, and a pumpkin juice with soda water for Luna.

"Damn," Harry said. "Hagrid's not here, either."

Hermione started a discussion about whether or not to leave after drinks, but they didn't get far into it when Ludo Bagman spotted them and pulled Harry over for a private conversation, keeping far away from a group of goblins he'd come in with.

After some small talk, which included news of no news on the disappearance of Bertha Jorkins, and the reclusiveness of Barty Crouch, Harry finally asked him point-blank what he wanted.

"Oh yes, sorry my boy. Er, yes, so ah... I really wanted to ask you, how're you doing with your egg?"

"I have it figured out, already. We have to go into the lake to collect something the merpeople stole from us, and we have an hour to do it."

"Ah yes, knew you could do it m'boy! And er, do you know what you'll be doing to get it back from them?"

Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "I have that worked out too, sir."

"Good, good. Care to let me in on what it is?"

"Oh no, it's a surprise. You'll just have to find out when everyone else does."

"Ah yes, good. You're totally right of course, Harry m'boy; suspense! What would sports be without suspense?"

Harry nodded noncommittally. "By the way, sir, why did you ask?"

"Oh, well, curiosity for a start. And, well, I do feel bad for you, being so young and all, and entered into the tournament against your will, so if you hadn't formed a plan, well, I thought I might give you a few pointers. You know, help you out a little. We're all rooting for a Hogwarts victory, after all."

"I see. And did you offer Cedric help as well?"

"Er, well... no, not as such."

"Well I suggest you make the same offer to him. I don't approve of cheating, mind, but-"

"Cheating? Oh no no no, m'boy, you misunderstand. I just want to make sure you survive the tasks. I mean, yes, there are safeguards in place, but you're so much younger than we'd planned for, so no, not cheating."

"Good."

At that point, Fred and George interrupted, pulling Bagman into a conversation that he soon wriggled out of, leaving the building in a hurry. Harry went back to the table and told his friends all about the strange encounter. They were still talking about it when Rita Skeeter walked in; she was also talking about Bagman, and about how much she'd like to write an article about his supposed underhanded dealings.

"Trying to ruin someone else's life?" Harry asked loudly, getting her attention.

"Harry! How lovely to see you, care if I join-"

"I wouldn't sit near you for a million galleons," Harry said. "Especially after what you did to Hagrid."

"Our readers have a right to the truth, Harry-"

"Who cares if he's half giant?" Harry demanded.

"Yes," Luna said, nodding. "He's a lovely man, very gentle, warm, and caring."

Ignoring Luna, Rita got out her quill and stared at Harry. "Want to give us the scoop on the Hagrid you know, Harry? The man behind the muscles? Your unlikely friendship and how it developed. Would you consider him a father substitute?"

"Yes, actually, I do, but I don't want to give you an interview."

"You evil woman," Hermione said, gritting her teeth. "You've no conscience, have you? Anything for a story, and anyone will do. Even Ludo Bagman!"

"Shut up, you stupid girl, don't talk about things you don't understand. I know things about Ludo Bagman that would make your hair curl. Not that you need it."

Hermione got up, said, "Let's get away from this bitch," and – stunned – they followed, Harry absent-mindedly holding hands with Luna.

"Oooh, Harry," the woman said, honing in on this. "Who is this, er... lovely young lady friend of yours, eh? I saw you two at the Yule Ball together, of course, but thought you were just helping a friend. But I've heard rumors, you know, about you two, and it seems some of them may be true."

Everyone froze. Harry turned to face her.

"First of all, it's none of your business. And secondly, how do you know any of that? You're not allowed on the grounds, and you were banned long before the ball."

Rita gave him a sly smirk and winked. "Oh, I have my sources, Harry, yes I do. I fly around from here to there getting the dirt on anyone and anything, nothing remains hidden from me for long." She got closer and whispered at Harry, "Not even whatever it is you and your weird little girlfriend are hiding. Oh yes, I've heard some things, I have. Like 'being half-giant isn't considered quite as bad as, well, what you and I are, but it's up there.' What was that all about, I wonder?"

"I swear to God, Rita, I will figure out how you're listening in on private conversations, and I will make sure you never do it again."

"Come on, Harry," Luna said, dragging him away. He allowed it, but gave Luna a significant look.

"Later," she told him.

In a towering temper, Hermione ranted all the way back to Hogwarts about Rita Skeeter, and they followed along as she stormed to Hagrid's hut and banged on his door shouting at him to come out, until the door opened and she stood, speechless, looking at Dumbledore. He let them in and they joined the headmaster and Hagrid for tea.

It took a lot of conversation to talk a weeping Hagrid into calming down and then into returning to teaching his class on Monday, but between the five of them, they managed it. Luna took a pair of lemon lollies out of her robes, giving one to Hagrid, popping the other in her mouth. Hagrid looked odd with a lolly in his mouth, but it comforted him.

Later that day, on his way with Luna to discuss things, he spotted Cedric and paused to talk to him.

"Hiya, Harry," Cedric said brightly. "How're you?"

"Good. Hey, uh... I was just curious if you've worked out your egg. Because I have, and if it hadn't been for Luna's help, I might still be struggling with it, so I thought I'd check on you."

"Oh you don't need to do that, Harry. You already saved my life with that warning about the dragons. If anything, I owe you a favor, not the other way round."

"Yes, but, well... I insist, okay?"

Cedric sighed. "Fine. No, I haven't figured it out yet. All it does is wail when I open it."

"Well, it's Mermish. Hold it under water, and you'll be able to understand it. But in a nutshell, the merpeople in the Black Lake are going to steal something precious to us, and we have an hour to get it back."

"Oh. Breathing underwater, eh? I think Flitwick said something about the Bubble-head Charm in one of my classes. Is that what you're doing, too?"

"Er, no. That's a little too advanced for me. But I have another equally viable plan already figured out."

"Ah, good. That should be fun to see, huh?"

"Yeah. Anyway, good luck."

"You too, Harry."

He walked back to Luna, who looked at him curiously.

"What?"

Popping her lolly out of her mouth first, she said, "Do you fancy Cedric Diggory?"

When Harry was done choking on his own spit, he said, "No, Luna. Not in the slightest."

She shrugged. "Darn. Because I was just imagining the two of you having sex together, and it made me very warm and wet in my special place."

"Well, just keep dreaming, because that's not happening. I'm hetero."

Pop went the lolly again. "For now. That could change in time."

"Sure, whatever. Anyway, here we are."

Once the privacy spells went up, and the door was closed, Harry turned to Luna.

Luna blinked slowly. "So, what did Rita Skeeter whisper at you?"

"She overheard our conversation, outside at the ball. She quoted you word for word. 'Being half-giant isn't considered quite as bad as, well, what you and I are, but it's up there.' Remember?"

Luna frowned. "Curse that nosy woman. We'll have to be more careful. I'll look into ways of getting around the ban. Like, maybe she had an invisibility cloak?"

"Yeah, good thinking. Damn, we already talked about this, didn't we? I forgot to ask Moody if he saw her that night. I know I saw him there; he tried dancing with me, but I ducked away just in time."

"Yeah, it's just lucky she has no idea what we were talking about. But it's enough to give her ideas. Be prepared; you might be in a Skeeter article soon. Though she's probably going to target Hermione first."

Luna nodded. "So any thoughts on that thing we talked about last night?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, that. Well, there's the Shrieking Shack, but that's hard to get to; we'd have to get out of the building just to get to the entrance, and the place is way too creepy for anything even vaguely romantic. Also, Snape knows about it."

"Mmm."

"The same problem exists for other secret passages. There's one that goes to Honeydukes, but it's a bit small for three people to cuddle in, and it's stone, and dark."

"You know, I could ask the house elves. They know this place very well, and house elves are sworn to keep their master's secrets. I think that includes students, unless the secret is something harmful."

"Okay, sounds good."

"So, is that all for now?"

"We could always, well... you know. There's plenty of time left, it isn't even dinner yet."

"Yes, but I'm hungry. We should go to dinner."

Harry sighed. "I want to argue, but I'm a bit peckish myself. And if we do it after dinner, we might be late, and I don't want Filch to catch us."

"So tomorrow, maybe?"

"Yes, that sounds good."

So, knowing they wouldn't have that night to do anything special together, Harry and Luna ate dinner together at the Griffindor table, spending as much time there as they could get away with, before going back to their common rooms. That night, unbeknownst to each other, they both pleasured themselves to fantasies of a threesome with Gloria.

Note three: Interesting side note... I had no Internet at the time I wrote this chapter, nor any copies of the books with me; but I have read the books so many times I was able to type the whole Merpeople song from memory.

Note four: For those who don't know, "snog" is Brit-speak for "making out," AKA kissy kissy smoochy smoochy.